Week 9.

[trustharder]

WEEK 9 For the first time since your stay in the Vault began, no one died this week. That doesn't mean there weren't casualties among you, however – namely, trust, interpersonal relationships, and comfort in the group dynamic as a whole. Hopefully no one else pays the price for it. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; there aren't any bodies to be found on Sunday morning. You're safe for now – unless your dreams have told you otherwise... SURVIVORS REMAINING: 10

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY
[OOC: Welcome to week nine of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins; don't forget to submit your memory regains! There is no activity check this week!

THE FINAL INVESTIGATION BEGINS ON THURSDAY!
THIS IS THE LAST WEEK TO REDEEM COINS!
The text and calling posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]

Comments

[cherryblooded]

[Cherryblod visits the vending machine early in the morning because - why not, he's only been traumatized by it once or twice. And he's just passed 250 coins, so he might as well.

He gets another rapping trout.

...Sometime later, he can be found emerging from the kitchen. The scent of smoke might attract you to the area - specifically the microwave, which looks still usable but smells pretty awful. Maybe don't go in there for a bit.

Leaving the smoky area is Cherryblod, wearing oven mitts and holding what used to be a rapping trout. It's no longer rapping. Or intact. It's more disintegrating and kind of gross.

It's pretty clear what just went on.]

[sleepingkogoro]

[Imagine you smell smoke in an enclosed space such as the Vault. Do you have any idea how much panic that could cause to some people? Mouri is one of them, because he came running to check the situation.

There doesn't seem to be an inferno anywhere, but this is no pleasant breeze here]

What happened here?! Cherryblod-san, did something explode?

[Yeah, he hasn't noticed the lump the shrimp is holding]

[cherryblooded]

There was a fish here. It's gone now.

[The least concerned shrug.]

The smoke will clear out some.

[sleepingkogoro]

A fish? Did someone make a terrible mistake while cooking or w-

[Oh. Now he does notice that melting lump. That, plus the microwave...it isn't very difficult to guess what happened]

...uuuh...should I ask why you thought it was a good idea to put whatever that was into the microwave?

[cherryblooded]

Thought it'd be more satisfying than the incinerator. Got to watch it melt this way.

...Before all the smoke, anyway.

[sleepingkogoro]

...I don't think I ever told you how scary you can be.

[It's moments like this what makes it believable to think Cherryblod killed at least a thousand people]

[cherryblooded]

[Less than a thousand! ...Not much less, but still!]

Sorry about that. Wasn't doing it intentionally that time.

[sleepingkogoro]

Was that really a fish? Did you decide to finally get rid of the stupid rapping fish you got like a week ago?

[In which case Mouri fully sympathizes with your fish to melt it into nothing]

[cherryblooded]

Oh, no, Sigrun took that one. The vending machine gave me another.

[The vending machine clearly has it out for him.]

....I meant wish in the other post, not fish

[sleepingkogoro]

That is precisely why I stopped using the vending machine. It's never going to give something worthwhile. As if anyone in here has any use for rapping fishes or vibrators or bras made with hands.

[It's infuriating]

[cherryblooded]

It gave me one of my wedding photos once. So it's not completely useless.

kitchen

[isafraid]

[Strolls briskly in...!]

Something burning in... here?

[oh.

hey cherryblod]

[cherryblooded]

[Hi, Speedwagon.]

Nothing that was very important.

[isafraid]

[It's amazing how much panic can be born of smelling smoke in a place like this, only to be diminished at the sight of Cherryblod. That being said, this wasn't a very nice sight to behold either.

Burning plastic has a terrible smell, dontcha know. He's almost got to hold his nose. But compared to the dead bodies they'd come across, this is nothing.

Which is a little frightening, when you think about it.]

...Is that a fish?

[cherryblooded]

[He's glad he looks like he has things under control?]

Was a fish. Now it's melted plastic. And it's not rapping any more.

[Which is, in the end, the most important thing.]

[isafraid]

[He also looks like he's holding a burnt fish carcass. It's a bit subjective, really.]

You... got one too, eh? And not a fan of them at that. [Certainly not, huh.]

[cherryblooded]

Sigrun took my first one. This is the second the machine has saw fit to give me.

[Really not a fan.]

[isafraid]

Ah, yeah. [Right, he can recall that time you briefly lost your mind, Cherry]

...Suppose it's another one of those future things I just don't quite understand. Can't say the idea of a singing fish really sits right with me either. [Even know...

he knows that's not the whole reason of it.]

Get anything else then? Normally you seem to be the one that gets the most out of it.